After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 183 182. Return to the real devil, overturn the method (8.3K words - please subscribe for the big chapter)

Little Anli had thought about the darkness, but she didn't expect it to be so dark. Especially when Song Yan whispered in her ear and analyzed the ins and outs of the whole matter to her, she felt even more chilled in her heart.

She summoned up the greatest courage to accept Song Yan, and she even worked hard to regain her strength. The little bird lingered around Song Yan like in the past, imagining that he was a high mountain or a big tree.

But even though she had imagined Song Yan to be scary enough, it was still far worse.

She thought that Song Yan would unite with other ancient tribesmen to eliminate the demon, and then fight for the ownership of the True Spirit Remnant Jade; but she did not expect that Song Yan would actually tell her that he actually had some of the power of the demon, and he used this power to swallow the demon and those lives. , and laid a trap. And what is the purpose of this trap?

Song Yan told her again and listened.

She struggled to digest and accept.

Accepting it, she suddenly discovered that the man she liked, worried about, and loved was actually a big devil! A big devil with unpredictable schemes and many tricks!

Why does the devil need people to love, worry, and like?

At this time, the man holding her was a mass of evil darkness, a darkness she had never really understood.

In the chariot, Song Yan was enjoying it unscrupulously. Enri clung to him reluctantly like a doll that had lost its soul, her eyes were blank and she gritted her teeth to support him.

By the time it was over, Enri only felt a slight soreness all over her body. As she was cleaning up, she thought of what had happened in the past few days and suddenly sighed softly.

Song Yan said: "The truth is a bit scary. Mortals who have lived for decades can't feel this kind of terror, but the longer they live, the more they can detect it. Once you get used to it, you will get better."

Enri lowered her head.

Song Yan took the gauze, cleaned it for her, and wrapped her in the pure sword robe, and then said softly: "Between you and me, no matter what you want to say, you should speak out."

Enri gasped for air, then summoned up the courage to raise her head and said: "Whether it's good or evil for you, whether it's for you, whether it's the Formless Heavenly Lord, whether it's kneeling down, whether it's betrayal, I can accept it, but I can’t accept your confession of the existence of sacrifices, nor can I accept your swallowing up those people with peace of mind.”

Her eyes were red, tears began to well up, and she murmured: "Not only did you swallow it, you... you..."

She glanced at Song Yan's hand.

There is an evil formation disk on hand - the Sacrifice Formation.

"You continue to study this! Aren't these things wrong? These things cannot be described as good or evil, but pure destruction!"

A timid voice, a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly erupted hysterically.

"At first, I was far away, worried about you, and wanted to help you, but I found that you joined forces with the devil to trap those ancient monks and casual cultivators.

Then you play with the devil.

That demon is so scary, but he is like a child in front of you, being played around by you.

The demon escaped, and you chased after it. When you came back, you replaced the demon again and devoured the lives in the sacrifice array.

I thought this was all. Even though I was afraid, I still tried to accept it!

But what you told me, that this is what you originally envisioned,

Not only have you imagined this, but there are many more, more terrible things.

You are not a human being at all. If there is an ancient god in this world, he will definitely not protect you, I."

Enri, who was crying, spoke urgently.

As she spoke, she suddenly calmed down, looked at Song Yan and said, "You don't need me to cry for you at all."

Song Yan was stunned for a long time, then raised his hand to wipe away her tears.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Song Yanhu said: "We have known each other for almost three hundred years, right?"

Enri cried: "But why every time, I feel that the person I recognize is not the real you at all? Why do you have to let me know you again every time.

The Fire Worshiping Demon Sect is the same, Gushe Mountain is the same, and the Wuxiang Ancient Clan Ancestral Secret is the same. Every time you are different, I have tried very hard to accept you, but I...I...I can't like someone so dark. , you are so terrible! "

Song Yan closed his eyes.

Enri said: "You shouldn't have brought me here, you shouldn't have told me these things, you shouldn't have been honest with me. You should have just let me be a little pet that doesn't know anything, keep it and pamper it. I don't know anything." You know, that’s good.”

The air was extremely quiet.

An Li said: "I am just an ordinary female cultivator. There are thousands of female cultivators like me in the world. I can change myself as much as possible, but it is impossible for me to completely distort and completely accept these things."

Song Yan said: "Actually, I am just an ordinary male cultivator."

Enri couldn't help but laugh.

Song Yan fell silent.

In this matter, he did not feel that he was self-defeating.

The love he longs for is mutual honesty.

This time, he only revealed a little bit of his secrets, not mentioning the Demon Monk, the Nine Sons Demon Mother, etc., but the result was unacceptable to Enri.

That's right, if it were him, he would be the same.

If he were a normal monk, and the woman he liked had always been gentle and sweet before, suddenly she showed her fangs, opened her bloody mouth, devoured life, had ulterior motives, was dark and evil, and then came to ask him to accept her.

He couldn't accept it either.

This only proves that they are indeed not suitable for each other.

Suddenly, An Li grabbed his hand, closed her eyes, and then slowly pressed his hand on her forehead.

Song Yan's fingers moved slightly, a strand of blood oozed out, and then he slowly drew the ancient blood slave symbol on her forehead again, smiled and said: "Forget it, forget it, just treat it as a dream."

After a long time, the flying chariot opened.

An Li turned into a rainbow light and shot towards the direction of Guye Mountain.

Song Yan watched her leave, and for a moment his body and mind felt a little lazy.

He couldn't turn back.

Maybe evil people should be matched with evil people.

Even if little An Li tried her best to change, she couldn't really get along with a devil like him.

'Next time, I'll coax a little white rabbit and raise it as a pet. This will be good for both of us. 'Song Yan sighed in his heart, 'But after all these things, if little An Li encounters danger again, the chance of survival will be much higher, which can be regarded as a perfect but complete end to my first love. ’

Song Yan closed his eyes and quietly felt the separation and reunion with An Li. A faint sense of relief still arose. After several tossings, his heart was completely calm.

The next moment, Song Yan cast his eyes on the array plate of the "Yinfu Sacrifice Array" and turned to think about this great sacrificial array.

The strange thing is that he only used the "Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array" and the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array" to comprehend the incomplete "Small Heavenly Dao Characters - Yin", but he already had three sacrificial arrays, but he couldn't comprehend anything else, as if some of these characters were easy to distinguish, while others were extremely difficult.

After observing for a while, he put away the "Yinfu Sacrifice Array" array plate, closed his eyes and leaned back, and with a thought, he called up the soul of the previous demon boy from the King of Hell's beads.

Of course, the so-called demon boy's soul has become a normal soul because it is no longer affected by the demon.

After some inquiries, Song Yan also knew the whole story: this soul was named Yang Mutan, and it came from a place called "Xi Kingdom" west of the "Mountain Ancient Sword Community".

Xi Kingdom is close to the East China Sea, but it is not under the jurisdiction of the ancient tribe. It is a subordinate country of the sea monster tribe.

This is also the first time that Song Yan has officially heard about the sea monster tribe. In the past, in the ancient three kingdoms, perhaps because the place was too remote, and now in the ancient country of Wuxiang, perhaps because the East China Sea is too remote, so he has never been able to understand it in depth.

Yang Mutan was originally the ancestor of a large sect in Xi Kingdom. During the process of being recruited by the sea monster tribe to explore the soul threshold, he was accidentally possessed by the demon monk who realized the true meaning of killing, and then he experienced a series of things.

Although he was controlled by the demon monk, Yang Mutan also enjoyed the benefits of "free improvement of realm and broadening of horizons".

The demon monk was just a thought of cause and effect. Even if it was refined, it was only a part of his power. His memory was vague and could not be real. But Yang Mutan was able to tell Song Yan the information he wanted to know the most.

"The ancient purple mansion body refining method that the master wants is still hidden in an ancient tomb. The ancient tomb is in the core of the wild land. I can take the master there.

As long as the aura of the underworld protects it, the stone tablet will not be destroyed by heaven and earth."

Song Yan asked curiously: "Do you know why heaven and earth want to destroy the ancient cultivation method?"

Yang Mutan said: "I vaguely heard the devil monk talk about his guess. It seems that after the era of the extinction of the true spirit, the will of heaven and earth is worried that later cultivators will not be able to practice smoothly and improve their realm. Therefore, they have to set rules, burn books and destroy spells, and replace the original spells with nine palace blood to prevent later cultivators from going astray."

Song Yan said: "Even if heaven and earth are for the good of cultivators, why do they continue to destroy the ancient cultivation method now that they have the true spirit remnant jade?"

Yang Mutan said: "The true spirit remnant jade is consumable, so a little bit will soon be used up.

As for the rules of heaven and earth, as long as the rules are set, if they are not changed, It will continue to be implemented. The will of heaven and earth cannot always be watching this land.

I heard from the demon monk that this is a fourth-level cultivation world. If this is true, then our world is actually just a larger secret realm. The secret realm has an ancestor, and this world is also a larger ancestor.

The small ancestor has the small ancestor's affairs, and the big ancestor has the big ancestor's affairs.

Just like our generation, if we take care of our descendants and help them establish a small country in the mortal world, then the small country in the mortal world will certainly offer benefits to our generation, but greater opportunities need to be sought outside. Therefore. I personally think that the will of heaven and earth also has its own things to deal with, and it is impossible to watch this world all the time.

Therefore, as long as the stone tablet engraved with the ancient cultivation spell appears, it will trigger the rules of heaven and earth, and then be destroyed by the heavenly calamity. "

Song Yan chatted with Yang Mutan for a while, closed his eyes slightly to rest, and at the same time ordered the flying chariot to temporarily stop at a capital of the ancient country of Xijue.

The flying chariot group slowly landed in the prosperous capital.

All the royal families went out to pay homage to the gods.

Song Yan walked out and entered the palace.

Along the way, whenever he met a beauty who flirted with him, he would take her and keep her by his side to accompany him temporarily, just to relieve the fatigue of the journey.

Luxurious mountain delicacies, state banquets every day.

Song Yan was not in a hurry to move forward, but sent people to inquire about the situation in the distance.

A few days later, Princess Xi arrived and looked at the young man who was teasing the royal beauty on the luxurious chair high up, and said: "Master, this matter is of great importance and cannot be lost. I have received news from the ancient tomb that the treasure light is rising to the sky and a war has broken out. Now many families have rushed there and may have arrived. Aren't we going to enter yet?"

Song Yan said: "Aunt Xi, don't worry, even if there are treasures, our Wuxiang clan will not be missing."

Princess Xi knew that he was scheming, and although she didn't know what he was up to, she nodded gently, and then asked again, "Are you not injured?"

Song Yan replied, "I was in the chariot before, and now I'm in the palace, how could I be injured?"

Princess Xi grinned, said no more, and turned to leave.

"Immortal, eat grapes."

The delicate young lady on Song Yan's thigh smiled and brought the peeled grapes to his lips.

Song Yan opened his mouth and was about to swallow it, but the brave young lady suddenly moved the grapes, then looked at him pitifully, and asked with a coquettish smile, "Immortal, do you want to eat grapes or me?"

Song Yan swallowed the grapes in one gulp, and then pressed it down in the young lady's exclamation, and tore it randomly.

The young lady's eyes flashed with joy, and she said gently in his ear, "My name is Zhen'er, please be kind to me, Immortal."

Song Yan liked this kind of young lady who approached him with ulterior motives.

Royal relatives, if they don't fight for power, they will kill people. This young lady named Zhen'er can use the tiger skin to scare people just because she has sex with him. He doesn't care about the purpose of these young ladies, just treat it as a reward.

Without true love, then indulge in lust.

He lives for today. He is not omniscient and omnipotent, and he has no ability to know everything. Even the troubles that the heaven and earth can't deal with and the times that they can't resist, he can only take one step at a time.

The dark era of natural disasters has arrived. Instead of resisting hard, it is better to enjoy it day and night.

He is immersed in this world and is happy and free.

Two months later

In the wind and rain.

Long Yinghai stood up, and many monks gathered around him.

Many of those monks were already injured or seriously injured.

These monks include the ancient Night King clan, the Baihong ancient clan, and even the remote Black Wood ancient clan and Tianyin ancient clan.

Although the Black Wood Ancient Clan and the Tianyin Ancient Clan were far away, they heard from somewhere that "there are treasures in the wild land that can improve comprehension by dozens or hundreds of times". After checking, they found that many ancient clans around them had moved, so they also sent people to go.

The first batch to arrive was not the strongest, but the closest.

However, when these ancient clans arrived and wanted to share a piece of the pie, they found that Long Yinghai of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan had occupied the position in advance and announced loudly that "everything in the ancient tomb should belong to the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan, whoever is close will die".

The True Spirit Broken Jade Statue exposed in the ancient tomb is only a small part, and more are still hidden under the soil.

Long Yinghai was obviously seriously injured after the battle and was adjusting his breath, and his arrogance and brutality soon angered other ancient clansmen.

The two sides fought a little bit.

Long Yinghai is worthy of being a strong man of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan. He beat many ancient clansmen to pieces, but he himself was also injured.

At this time, a middle-aged man stood out from the crowd, looked at him, and asked: "Elder Ye Congfeng of our clan has been here for a long time. I wonder if Lord Long has seen him?"

Long Yinghai snorted coldly: "The old thing doesn't know what's good for you. If you want to covet the treasure of our clan, you can only seek death!"

The middle-aged man was stunned and said in a lost voice: "You... you killed Elder Ye Congfeng of our clan?!!"

Long Yinghai cried out in his heart. He naturally knew what consequences would be caused by what he did now, but after the mysterious Nine-Child Demon Mother took control of him, all his words and deeds were out of his control. Originally, he wanted to use the power of many ancient clans to severely destroy the prestige of Wuxiang Tianzun, and then remind the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who is the overlord of this land. If there is a chance, he even wants to find an opportunity to quietly kill Song Yan and take the King of Demons treasure.

After discussion in the tribe, combined with some research on ancient tomb documents and investigation of the origin of the King Tiger Clan, a vague speculation was made: the King Tiger Clan was most likely a race deliberately cultivated by a great power in ancient times, and that great power still has an executor.

The preciousness of a Shabao created by an ancient great power can be imagined, so one of Long Yinghai's hidden purposes this time is actually to test Song Yan's strength and see if there is a chance to take back the Shabao.

And now, everything is messed up.

Before he could see Song Yan, he was already killed by the demon.

At this time, Long Yinghai followed the will of that person and sneered: "I will naturally not kill the ancient clan members. The old thing was seriously injured and escaped. I don't know whether he lived or died afterwards!"

"You!"

The middle-aged man of the Night King Ancient Clan had anger in his eyes.

The arrogant and domineering attitude of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan made him angry.

Long Yinghai didn't even look at him, and said calmly: "There are treasures coming out here, I am waiting here, if you want to find opportunities, go look for them somewhere else!"

As soon as these words fell, the people of the four tribes floating in the sky all sneered.

Who among the ancient tribes is not used to being the king and dominating in their own land? Although the Dragon Tomb Ancient Tribe is known as the strongest ancient tribe, it can't be like this!

Dong!

Dong!

Suddenly, two huge bells rang, and a yellow-robed ancient tribe member floated in the air, stepping on a bronze bell woven with thoughts.

The Tianyin tribe member who arrived first looked sideways and said happily, "Old Mo!"

The yellow-robed ancient tribe member called Old Mo stood in the air, stared at Long Yinghai in the distance, and said angrily, "What a Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan, what a master, what a person who knows nothing about life and death, do you really think that the ancient tribe land is the one that has the final say of your Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan?"

Long Yinghai took out the elixir from the storage bag and swallowed it, and then grabbed a white and gold brocade patterned monster bag.

As the bag opened, he raised his hand and grabbed a flute woven with thoughts from the void, and brought the flute to his lips, and he blew it gently.

At the sound of the flute, densely packed strange bees flew out of the monster bag. These bees complemented the sound of the flute and turned into overwhelming black mist and flew away.

Long Yinghai said proudly: "The Tianyin clan only relies on a big bell, but I think you haven't passed through the minor heavenly tribulation yet. You are talking nonsense here. It looks powerful, but I don't know if you can shake me, the ancient bee that swallows the thoughts?"

Mr. Mo said coldly: "Seeking death!"

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

The bloody storm is about to break out!

Snap!

Snap!

"The immortal is great!"

"The immortal shot again!"

"Xian Chang's shot is so accurate!"

In the harem, Song Yanzheng stood far away, holding an arrow in his hand, playing the "pot throwing game" accompanied by a group of royal beauties.

Of course, not every royal beauty will be willing to come and play, but there will always be many who will, and people from all the major forces in the royal family will adhere to the idea of ​​"never fall behind", and then rush to arrange beauties to come, hoping to win Immortal has a good impression, thus gaining greater political capital for himself. Even if I can't win it, I don't want to get into trouble because of it.

Such a big country was just a playground for Song Yan, but for the royal family, it was a big deal.

Of course, a beautiful woman once asked him in a veiled way, asking him if he was the Formless God.

Song Yan flatly rejected it.

The formless deity has no form at all. He is aloof and compassionate to the world. How can he spend time, drink and enjoy wantonly?

After swaying left and right in the ocean of warm and fragrant jade, having a good time with the palace guards who were good at Cuju, and bathing and changing clothes under the service of beauties, Song Yan sat down in a courtyard. Sit quietly in the moonlight.

Beautiful people, good wine, and delicious food always make you feel good.

And he just enjoys it, but he will not kill indiscriminately, nor will he waste people and money. When the leader of the ancient Western Kingdom tried to please him and asked him to do something for the whole country, he refused directly and righteously, and told the leader, "As a king, you should always remember that the people are the god. If you can't remember, , God will definitely punish you." After receiving the instruction, the king never mentioned it again.

In addition, he has good toys, and when he gets pleasure, he will also pay a satisfactory reward, which is usually some elixir suitable for mortals.

Not long after, Tang Yi appeared and reported the situation of the ancient tomb, but he looked weird.

There was chaos in the ancient tomb, and Long Yinghai killed everyone.

In this situation, Tang Yi would only think that the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan was too arrogant and wanted to monopolize the treasure, but he was the only one who knew that the man in front of him had visited the ancient tomb in advance.

This man definitely participated in the previous war, and even Long Yinghai's every move today is closely related to this man.

This made him feel that Song Yan was even more unpredictable.

The young man who was enjoying himself luxuriously during the day, even though he was just sitting quietly at this time, was like an ancient statue in a majestic temple, casting awe-inspiring light and shadow.

"Uncle, what should we do next?" Tang Yi asked seriously.

Song Yan said: "Tomorrow, the young queen mother of the ancient Western Kingdom has invited me to go on a spring hunt. If you have any questions, please wait until I finish the spring hunt."

"Chun Shou." Tang Yi smiled bitterly, and then said, "Uncle, just have fun."

Thinking back to Enri's departure a few days ago, he didn't understand why the two of them had broken up.

As for why they broke up, he wasn't sure, but he felt that Enri was too ungrateful. Even if his uncle went too far, it wouldn't be like this, right?

"Uncle, since you are confident, I will take my leave first." Tang Yi bowed again.

Song Yan said: "Give me some more elixirs that can help mortals prolong their lives, cure diseases and ward off evil spirits. I won't keep those things around me."

"Yes, uncle, I'll get it right away." Tang Yi left.

The courtyard became cold again.

Song Yan sat alone under the melting moonlight, clasping his fingers slightly.

In the originally quiet courtyard, there was a strong wind.

‘After merging with the Killing Demon Monk, my physical strength actually improved.

Originally, my body, combined with the Little Tiandao Text Guide and the eight white hole crystal jade gloves, could bring out the initial power of the Divine Infant, but now it is even stronger.

Although it is not as high-consuming as the Zifu Yuan Explosion Technique, if I can find the ancient Zifu Body Refining Technique and further evolve it, then I will be able to exert the power of evil explosions in every move. .

Now that this is over, let’s go look for the ancient tomb that Yang Mutan mentioned. ’

That night, two more beauties came to the small courtyard. After serving Song Yan, they served him and put on leather armor the next day. Song Yan calmed down and got on a strong black horse. When he arrived outside the courtyard, he saw the beautiful Queen Mother, who was also wrapped in hunting clothes and had been waiting outside. The two looked at each other and smiled, and the Queen Mother took the initiative to ride closer.

Suddenly, Song Yanruo felt something and closed his eyes slightly.

Through the shackles of the Nine Sons Demon Mother, he could feel that Long Yinghai seemed to be dying.

With a thought in his mind, the shackles tightened.

Bang!

Long Yinghai, who was being shrouded by the big bronze bell, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight back, his eyes wide open and he could not rest in peace.

"Immortal~" the beautiful Queen Mother suddenly said, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yan suddenly swayed, turned over from the saddle, and sat behind the Queen Mother.

The slightly tilted saddle could not accommodate the two of them, so they could only stick close to each other.

The Queen Mother exclaimed, then with a look of coquettishness on her face, she turned around with her little fist and hit the man on the chest.

Song Yan laughed loudly, pulled the reins, said "drive" in a loud voice, and the horse cried away.

Song Yan knew that today must be a good day again.

Love, hate, greed and anger are intertwined, and there is bliss in it.

Even if the sky is about to fall, what's the use of panic?

"Dead."

"This"

"Really dead."

The bronze bell was removed, and the people of the ancient clan looked at Long Yinghai who died tragically under it, and everyone fell into silence.

The rain fell to the ground, wet the dust, and seeped into the ancient tomb. The treasure light in the tomb was faint, and it was obvious that more treasures were waiting to be born. However, Long Yinghai's originally pale face had turned ashes. Blood flowed out of his seven orifices, hissing and hot, and steam came out.

This may be the first time that a member of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan was killed outside.

In terms of the number of clansmen, the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan has the least, but its overall strength is also the strongest, which means that the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan is extremely protective of its shortcomings.

Mo Lao of the Tianyin Ancient Clan was also stunned on the spot.

He shouted "seeking death" and wanted to suppress the arrogant and domineering Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan member, but he didn't think of killing him.

But the two fought harder and harder, and he had to use his ultimate move.

But he didn't think about how this ultimate move killed Long Yinghai?

Mo Lao's Adam's apple rolled and his pupils shrank.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and said in a stern voice: "Just now I found the breath of the sacrificial evil formation in this ancient tomb. This Long Yinghai's behavior is strange. He must have been bewitched by the evil spirit, so he attacked us!"

As soon as the voice fell, a ray of dim light flew out from the token beside Long Yinghai, revealing the outline of a cold goddess.

Mo Lao hurriedly grabbed the token, and an old man flew out of his token.

The old man confronted the goddess.

The goddess looked at the old man dimly.

The old man also looked at the goddess.

The atmosphere was tense.

The goddess said coldly: "Whether you are bewitched by evil spirits or not is not up to you. You killed someone from my clan, so you should bear the consequences."

The old man bowed and said: "Don't be impulsive, Ancestor Long. Let me investigate this matter, okay?"

The goddess said: "The clansmen are all protecting each other, how can we investigate? It's just killing someone and paying for his life."

After that, she raised her hand and pointed a finger of cold light into a terrifying long sword pointing at Mo Lao.

The old man spun his hands, and a huge bell appeared in the air.

Bang! ! !

Mo Lao was directly blown away, and the spectators around were also blown away.

However, after the two hit each other, they all disappeared.

But the difference between the two was instantly judged.

The old man left the stage with a cough, but the goddess Long left without changing her expression.

Pah!

Mo Lao supported himself on the ground and looked at the distance in fear.

A member of the Yewang Ancient Clan fell to the ground and found a broken jade pendant after searching the ancient tomb. He grabbed the jade pendant and murmured, "This is the pendant that Elder Congfeng carried with him. If the pendant is still there, the person will die."

The Queen Mother felt like she was going to die. She held the edge of the petal bathtub with both hands, feeling the ups and downs of the water.

After a long time, she leaned softly in Song Yan's arms.

The next morning, Song Yan got up refreshed, put a bottle of elixir on the Queen Mother's pillow, and walked out of the house.

Outside the door, Tang Yi had been waiting.

"Uncle, Long Yinghai is dead, and the ancient tomb is going to be in chaos."

Song Yan twisted his neck comfortably, looked at the distance and said, "Then let's set off."

After half a month.

In front of the ancient tomb, it has become a mess.

As the saying goes, "When will the revenge end?" That old Mo killed Long Yinghai, and Long Yinghai killed Ye Congfeng. Coupled with the stimulation of the treasure, he really went crazy.

The Night King Clan had little background, and now there was an elder in the late Purple Mansion stage. The Tianyin Clan and the Black Wood Clan were far away, so only Old Mo and another late Purple Mansion stage elder were here for a while; the White Rainbow Clan had an elder in the middle Purple Mansion stage.

However, the Dragon Tomb Clan had an elder in the early Divine Infant stage.

The Dragon Tomb's early Divine Infant stage elder was called Long Gongrong, and his strength was even stronger. At this time, he was suppressing the four clans and four Purple Mansions to death.

The four clans and four Purple Mansions were also red-eyed at this time, and they summoned their own ancestors one by one. However, the patriarch of the Night King Clan, Ye Wuzheng, was directly knocked away by Long Gongrong with one punch.

The White Rainbow Clan and the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan were the closest, suffered the heaviest losses, and had no ancestors to show off. They finally summoned a mid-stage Divine Infant, but were also directly blocked by Long Gongrong.

As for the Black Wood Clan and the Tianyin Clan, they were directly repelled by the Dragon Goddess summoned by Long Gongrong.

At this time, the battle between the two sides had reached a fever pitch.

Long Gongrong snorted coldly: "Is this all you can do? Then let's end it. After this battle, there is no need for anything else. That old Mo must die today. Other clans come to admit their mistakes, and that's the end."

The Purple Mansion master of the Night King Ancient Clan looked at him angrily and said: "Bullying others by taking advantage of your power, isn't it just because you have a deeper foundation?"

The Purple Mansion master of the Black Wood Ancient Clan snorted coldly: "What foundation? It's just that you took advantage of the first contact with the ancient tomb and took out such a gem that can improve your understanding! Hiding it from everyone and taking the opportunity alone, this is how you can become powerful."

Old Mo said sternly: "You want my four clans to admit their mistakes, impossible!!"

Long Gongrong's eyes were frost-like, and he said lightly: "You are stubborn and stubborn. Don't be so impulsive in your next life."

After that, he waved his hand, and the life secret treasure that had turned into a physical entity suddenly hung in the air, stirring up the wind and clouds, and pressing down heavily.

The four clans' Purple Mansions each used secret techniques to resist, but as time went on, everyone vomited blood and was about to be defeated.

At this moment, a flying chariot of demon birds appeared in the sky in the distance, and a team of monks escorted it.

The chariot was luxurious, and the curtain was opened in the wind, and a figure flew out.

He raised his hand, and all the mysterious energy in the four directions of heaven and earth was deprived.

The pile appeared, and the hundred-phase birth and death pile fell from the sky.

The hand pressed the pile, and Song Yan took another step forward.

Boom! !

The pile fell, directly pressing down Long Gongrong's natal flute secret treasure.

In an instant, the situation changed drastically, and the one who was struggling to support it turned out to be Long Gongrong!

Song Yan glanced at the four clans' purple mansions and said, "Dear Taoist friends, are you all right?"

The purple mansion masters of the four clans looked at this horrifying scene, saluted one after another, and said respectfully, "Greetings to Wuxiang Tianzun."

Song Yan smiled and said, "It's just an empty name, don't take it seriously. But you guys, what's wrong? Why are you so embarrassed?"